Isn’t It Cute When You Can Hear The Smile In Someone’s Voice ?

Men So Ghastly

Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys

-Sharma

i'm both dumber and smarter than you think so don't underestimate me because i'm actually smart about a lot of stuff but also don't be surprised if i'm dumb about some other stuff hope that helps

You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

 "Boosting Public Confidence in Pharmacovigilance".

Them of pharmacovigilance 2023

Any 💡ideas?

Alex

I've been thinking of you lately, I wonder if there's something I could've said Maybe I could’ve told you that you were different, Different in every single way; Because you were, You were anything and everything, Undeserving of all the pain "Just a spoiled brat", they said, But that's not how I remember you, You always stood out from the rest Because you cared, You wore your heart on your sleeves And taught me how to do the same You know I’m happy to be sharing your name, And I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them that day.

~ A. A. Roman

The Fly Away

I'm so proud of you my Friend. Your brave smile and caring heart, so sincere and encouraging to others, while you silently bear your own struggles. 

I know it seems there is no one to share your burdens, and some moments you feel as though you will be crushed under the weight.

Our world has changed significantly. Many of us have been seperated into what can often seem a hostile isolation. 

I see you, I acknowledge your living worth, and I love you.

Some seasons of life come and go quickly, some seem never-ending. 

Life is change though. 

Be present, observe everything you experience as completely as you are able to. There will be lessons to treasure even in the pain. Especially in the pain of struggle, this is where the most valuable and lasting beauty is mined; in the darkest places.

We always emerge into the light again. One of these times when we emerge we will be surprised to discover, it is from the cocoon where we squirmed and wriggled in the pain and discomfort of growing our wings of lasting liberation.

🦋 

Peace,

Lost Dog  (4.10.2024)

Thrilling ache

In the hush of winter’s embrace

she stood on a terrace

both bitter and divine

where moonlight drapes

a silken shroud

seeming to seek 

a love unfound

a touch that slips 

through ghostly fingers

each breath a mist

a fading prayer

to share one breath

a thrilling ache

each night a kiss

a prayer, a plea

the shadow she couldn’t set free

silhouette of silk and grief

fingers light

tracing fate

where throbbing hearts 

lose their beat

her body bends

but not her soul

her silver eyes, once bold

now tremble

desperate for him

not for me

chasing shadows

a heart in endless flight

🤍🌵

the right people won’t make you feel shitty for having bad days

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